There’s no place in the world that I’d rather celebrate Independence Day than in
The Fourth of July is one of my favorite holidays, and one that’s rich with tradition. For nearly every one of my 35 years, the holiday has begun with a family breakfast with aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents at our family homestead known as “The Pines” located just outside of Benzonia, overlooking the site of the old Case Mill Pond on Cold Creek.
What’s so great about Independence Day up north? From morning to night:
Cold dew on your toes
Strong coffee in chipped mugs
Cooking bacon and eggs over a campfire
A cinnamon roll from the Cherry Hut
Taping signs to an old convertible
Decorating a bike or wagon in red white and blue
Driving or riding in the Beulah Parade, trying not to miss anyone you know, or
Watching friends and neighbors from the curb as they roll by, shouting their names when they throw candy.
A dip in
Dripping dry in the sun
Pop-its tossed on the sidewalk
Lunch from a cooler, on a boat, at the sandbar
Football in the water
Little ones snoozing with a beach towel for a blanket
Burgers, brats and hot dogs on the grill
Cold beer for the grownups, lemonade for the kids
Lighting the campfire early
Tubing and waterskiing after dinner
Smores
Daylight lasts forever
Lighting sparklers while you wait for the fireworks
Watching boats come down the lake to see the show
Singing God Bless
Bright reflections on smooth dark water
Snuggling together with your eyes to the sky
Cheering for the grand finale
Finding out it wasn’t the finale after all
Horns tooting their appreciation
Motors starting, green and red lights on the water as the boats make their way home
Kids sleeping on parents laps
Finding the big dipper
Catching fireflies
Seeing a shooting star
Going to bed sandy, smoky and sunburned, proud to be an American and thankful for all that you have.
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